It was our final day. We were being picked up at 13:45 from the hotel so after a relaxed morning and trying to stuff everything into our suitcases we checked out of the hotel.
We went over the road to the World Cafe and had breakfast, just like we had done on our first day in Orlando and afterwards, headed back to the CSI exhibit. When we got there, surprise! School group! We were advised to return in about an hour if we wanted things to be quieter for our visit, so we decided to pop next door to the Titanic exhibit.
Inside they’ve lots of facts and artifacts on the Titanic and her sister ship the Olympic – most artifacts are replicas which is a shame but the room recreations that you can walk through are quite good. The exhibit ends with a big block of ice and the latest underwater recording of the Titanic which is quite spooky viewing. As with everything, you can exit through the gift shop which features a number of tacky gifts, some Titanic crockery and distasteful t-shirts that rather ruin the experience.
We then went back to CSI and mentioned this was our honeymoon so they let us do the other two cases for the price of one! Result. With experience under our belt we knew what to look for and solved both cases with no errors. Top detectives! By the time it was over, it was 13:15 so we decided to head back to the hotel and bid farewell to our honeymoon.
As we’d done all fortnight, we waited for the transfer pickup. Then we were stuck in a packed shuttle bus with the annoying child we’d kept seeing every day. Ugh. At the airport, my bag was 1kg over the weight limit! But the Virgin clerk let it through. Debora’s was 3kg less – how that happened I’ll never know! 😉
Whilst waiting (again) at the airport for the clock to tick to boarding time, none other than WWE Diva in training Eva Marie walked right past us. We couldn’t really believe it, another Diva met on this trip!
The flight was bumpy, but we had a whole row to ourselves which was sort of comfortable. Both of us were unable to sleep – despite giving it a go. When we finally got back and had our breakfast at the airport with the classy clientele of London Gatwick – the guy on the phone next to me whilst I was ordering was telling the person on the other line how he was arrested last night and spent the night in jail at Watford for breaking his parole. It’s good to be home.
The train to Flitwick was rammed, literally, jam packed! Apparently another train was cancelled so everyone was throwing themselves on this train. It was odd to see men standing so close to one another that they could feel their breath on their cheeks. Thankfully, things thinned out at St. Pancras so we could sit and enjoy the rest of the journey back. When we finally made it to Mum’s, I found that my padlock had been cut open and my bag inspected – buggers. Mum had bought us some essential shopping – superb move – and we made the final, long drive back home. To wet and raining Worcester. The honeymoon, was sadly over.
We’ve had an amazing time, lots of memories, lots of waiting too but everything has been worth it. As reality beckons we must return. Time to book us another trip – soon!